I acquired a admirable position on Coruscant. My band and I have been waiting for this moment, the moment to find armistice in our commorancy. However, the air around us was beginning to boil. Something wasn't right, and I knew it. The crew leader from the far side of the ship made an broadcasting over the loud speaker.
I had given the instruction to land on the closest suitable area. The ship had docked nearby on a planet. I found it pleasing to know that I could take pleasure in what I liked doing most.. investigating. After the crew assured that the atmosphere outside was safe. A few minutes later we decided to go out, out and into the unknown.
Being the leader, I made a promise to myself. To insure the safety of my crew, keeping the crew alive at all cost was an important measure to be taken and quite honestly my number one rule. I established myself as a person of values. Integrity, honor, and work, the crew itself took most of these values from me. However, after we left the safety of our ship. Whatever harm happened fell upon me. I was responsible.
I and the crew made our way down the docking, this place was musky, it wasn't a welcoming sign either. The odor in the air was unreliable, it made me think against the crew's say about the atmosphere. The surroundings were foul. I felt like I was venturing into an abyss. I disbelieved that there was, if any signs of spirit on this planet.
We approached a scope of surface, soon to notice that this was a uncompanionable planet, we were surrounded by mercenaries. Being armed with a slug thrower, and the crew having had hand blasters. We weren't ready for any conflict. So there we stood, astound and incapable to compete with the villians.
Captain, we better land. This area isn't suitable for the ship. I'm afraid we're not going home yet!
I had given the instruction to land on the closest suitable area. The ship had docked nearby on a planet. I found it pleasing to know that I could take pleasure in what I liked doing most.. investigating. After the crew assured that the atmosphere outside was safe. A few minutes later we decided to go out, out and into the unknown.
Being the leader, I made a promise to myself. To insure the safety of my crew, keeping the crew alive at all cost was an important measure to be taken and quite honestly my number one rule. I established myself as a person of values. Integrity, honor, and work, the crew itself took most of these values from me. However, after we left the safety of our ship. Whatever harm happened fell upon me. I was responsible.
I and the crew made our way down the docking, this place was musky, it wasn't a welcoming sign either. The odor in the air was unreliable, it made me think against the crew's say about the atmosphere. The surroundings were foul. I felt like I was venturing into an abyss. I disbelieved that there was, if any signs of spirit on this planet.
We approached a scope of surface, soon to notice that this was a uncompanionable planet, we were surrounded by mercenaries. Being armed with a slug thrower, and the crew having had hand blasters. We weren't ready for any conflict. So there we stood, astound and incapable to compete with the villians.
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